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At the beginning of this month, there were three or four hunters in the village who went up the mountain and did not return, and we sent more than a dozen people to search for them, but those people did not return, and in the past two days, they have found that there are corpses floating down the river, these people are strange to die, there are no wounds, and the government is helpless. It is rumored in the village that the villagers have offended the mountain god and condemned us.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted, there is another body, it is Chen Si!

Along the way, a corpse floated in the upstream river, and I heard a peasant woman pounce on it and cry bitterly, the head of the house, why are you gone!

The body was retrieved, and I approached. The corpse was not swollen, its face was sallow, bloodless, and there were no corpse spots, apparently having just died.

The old man muttered, this is the eleventh. Sighing, he shook his head and left on crutches. I thought to myself, I'm afraid that the mountain god's statement is a bit far-fetched, if it is done by a martial arts master, it is very likely.

At this time, a young man came up and said, "Can I examine the body?"

This voice sounds familiar, look up, the person who came is dignified, slightly dark-skinned, it is Xuan Ming of the Tibetan Sword Villa, the last time he heard the news, it was a year ago Xunlou Ye went to the Nangong family to steal the sword spectrum, Xuan Ming fought with one, and lost to Xunlou Ye, I didn't expect to see him here today.

The village woman asked, "Who are you?"

Xuan Ming said that maybe I could explain the cause of this person's death, and as he spoke, he came to the corpse and slashed his arm with a short dagger, but found that there was no blood flowing from the corpse.

The villagers shouted that they were hell and fled in all directions. The village woman was also trembling with fright, but it was always her husband who couldn't help but leave. Xuan Ming persuaded, I'm not sure if it's poisonous, the most appropriate way is to burn it.

I shouted, Xuan Ming?

When Xuan Ming saw me, he wondered, "Uncle Junior?" I asked him why he was here. Xuan Ming said, the rebel of the Demon Sect, first took the sword of the Tibetan Sword Villa, and then stole the sword of the Nangong family, and now the martial arts have increased greatly, I swore in front of the master to take back the magic sword for the Tibetan Sword Villa.

Magic Sword?

Xuan Ming explained, the divine sword that Master and I cast together two years ago, the sword tire is a thousand-year-old black iron, and it has been formed for many years, but the master always feels that something is missing, and then he found thousands of famous swords, and fed the sword with the sword spirit and sword soul, wanting to help you forge a peerless divine sword. But after searching for the building and snatching the sword at night, he actually used the secret method of the Demon Sect to unseal the thousands of sword souls, and fed the sword with human blood, and now it has become a complete magic sword.

Back then, in the Tibetan Sword Villa, I had seen the power of that divine sword when it was born. At that time, the three vulgar asked the senior brother to forge a weapon for me, and after the divine sword was cast, it actually had a repulsive power with me. At that time, I didn't care about it, I just felt that I had no chance with this sword.

Xuan Ming sighed, this magic sword can affect the master's mind, if it is not for great wisdom or a person with great concentration, he will not be able to control this magic sword. I wanted to create the first sword in the world, but I didn't expect it to cause a catastrophe in the world. Knowing this, I didn't forge this sword in the first place.

Do you mean to say that the person who committed this heinous bloody case is most likely the Demon Sect rebels looking for the building at night?

Xuan Ming nodded, last year he defeated me with a magic sword, and I went back to the villa to recuperate from my injuries for more than half a year, but he was not happy, so he found a place to live in seclusion and refine the magic sword with secret methods. This night is extremely cunning, and he will change the ground at the slightest disturbance, and he has escaped from my hands a few times. It wasn't until recently that I heard about an anomaly here and found it.

I said, since this incident has happened to me, since

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) will not stand idly by, if there is a place for me, just ask.

Xuan Ming said with a smile, Originally, I was three points sure, but when I met you, I was five points sure.

I said that I am also your little uncle, if I can speak tactfully, I will be happier. Xuan Ming said, I am a swordsmith and a blacksmith, Ding is Ding Mao is Mao, and there has always been a saying.

The two found a small shop in the village and dealt with a few mouthfuls of food at random. Late at night, Xuan Ming and I went to the back mountain.

According to Xuan Ming, Xunlou hides in this back mountain at night to refine the magic sword, summoning thousands of sword souls, and must also find the blood of the living. I changed into a set of villagers' clothes, hid my martial arts, and pretended to be a hunter to go up the mountain. Xuan Ming hid his tracks, far behind. If you find the night of looking for the building, be sure to trap it in one fell swoop and take back the magic sword.

The spring is cold, and the crescent moon is like a hook. I followed the river upward, releasing the true qi of warp and weft, observing as I walked. After walking for nearly an hour, except for a few hares and pheasants, he did not feel any other breath.

Around the hour, I came to the halfway point of the mountainside, and as far as the eye could see, there was a mist in the deep mountains, but it also had a different taste. Just as I was intoxicated by the night of the mountain scenery in early spring, I suddenly felt a wave of excitement in my heart, as if a demonic voice whispered in my ear. I was shocked in my heart, and I used the true qi of the four lakes to protect the Lingtai Qingming.

Ji Junbi's voice came from his ears, Sanguan, I have a blood poison attack on my body, I'm afraid I can't wait for you to come to Putuo Mountain. Then there is Murong Baiyun, just by you, a little dart master who breaks the dart game, and wants to marry my family A Qiu, Sanqing, Liu Qingfeng and others have appeared in their minds.

If it weren't for Xuan Ming's reminder, I'm afraid my mind would have been lost. At this moment, a ghostly voice whispered in his ear, go forward, go forward.

I obeyed the sound prompts and walked slowly towards a cave. As soon as I stepped into the cave, a cold wind blew, as if stepping into endless darkness.

Sword Domain.

I thought in my heart that this magic sword, without the need for a sword-wielder, could actually generate a sword domain by itself. If it weren't for the fact that after I entered the first grade, I created the sword domain by myself, and my cultivation was even a little lower, I am afraid that my entire mind would be devoured.

There was a whistling sound in my ears, and a narrow sword light in the darkness blasted towards my sea of knowledge, this sword was not a tangible real sword, but a phantom sword released from the magic sword.

Zhihai was pierced by a long sword, and there was a thunder explosion in my mind, and I could barely hold it, and a mouthful of blood flowed down the corner of my mouth.

What a powerful spiritual attack, my heart is dark, this is different from the physical sword move, can meet the enemy with true qi and a long sword, and this sword intent is illusioned in the magic sword sword domain, formless and incorporeal, but real.

The slender sword light was extinguished.

There are two bright spots, one red and one blue, from small to large, turning into two sword lights, which instantly pass through the space and attack the sea of my knowledge. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid I won't need a thousand swords, I can't even support ten swords, and the sea of consciousness will be broken and I will become an unconscious vegetative person.

In a hurry, the moves of the Ten Thousand Swords River and Mountain flashed in his mind, and the phoenix was in the bamboo, and the true qi flow of the sword moves was simulated in the sea of knowledge.

A fierce sword intent was born from the sea of my knowledge, and with a phoenix roar, the sword intent turned into a fire phoenix, blasting towards the two red and blue sword lights.

Two pops, and everything returns to darkness.

I never expected that in the Demon Sword Sword Domain, everything was nothing, out of nothing, and the moves of the Ten Thousand Swords River and Mountain could be used like this.

After the two swords, several more sword lights flashed. I realized the true meaning of this, the more I fought, the more courageous I became, in that virtual space, through the first ten forms of the Ten Thousand Swords River and Mountain that I imagined from the sea, I was entangled with the hundreds of sword intents.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) The three vulgar once fought the masters of the world, took away their sword souls and sword spirits, and cast them into the divine sword. Xunlou Ye used the Demon Sect to refine the divine sword into a magic sword, and released those sword souls and sword spirits.

In this way, in the Demon Sword Sword Domain, there are hundreds of kendo masters who will fight against me. Although he knew that it was a false sword, it was extremely real, and under the tempering of hundreds of swords, the ten thousand swords and rivers and mountains made the moves more and more proficient.

I don't know how long it took, just as I was immersed in the sword rain, a dragon groan came, and hundreds of sword qi flying in the sword domain suddenly disappeared.

In the depths of the dark domain, a black Xuantie sword, exuding a dark yellow light, the sword body is simple and desolate, and there is not too much carving.

As soon as this sword came out, a hundred swords dodged.

You must know that the Sword of Xingtian and the Demon Sect, such as the Chixiao Sword and the Central Plains Dart Bureau, are such mysterious swords, this sword that set off a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes two hundred years ago, this peerless sword that was mentioned in the legend of Xiaosheng Jianghu, this sword that was once used exclusively by the Manichaean sect leader, was actually used by the three vulgars to refine it in the magic sword.

The Heavenly Sword floated in the air, and although it was only a wisp of sword soul, I knew that if he attacked, it would be an earth-shattering blow, and even I was not sure that I would be able to win.

When the Excalibur was first formed, I was in the Tibetan Sword Villa, and I could sense the rejection of this sword against me. Now that the sword has become a magic sword, I can sense a chilling momentum.

The soul-devouring blood droplets in the body suddenly gave birth to a sense, as if meeting an old friend.

The Xingtian Sword tilted slightly, as if trembling, as if nodding in acknowledgment.

Only then did I realize that the Soul Devouring Blood Drops originated from the Demon Sect's Spirit Devouring Beads. And the Xingtian Sword is the thing of the Demon Sect Master, and the two are originally of the same origin and root.

One by one, the true qi filled the body, and the soul-devouring blood droplets began to rotate in the dantian, and the mantra of the internal strength of the half-inch river and mountain matched the mantra of the heaven-breaking sword that Taiping taught me that day.

I suddenly felt that the spiritual platform was bright for a while, and a feeling that I had never felt before rose in my heart, as if this sword was held in my hand, and the space between heaven and earth was clear and transparent.

Within the sea of knowledge, where the consciousness goes, the Xingtian Sword breaks through the endless darkness upwards as if obeying the call, rushing to the clouds, and after dozens of breaths, the Xingtian Sword falls from the sky, carrying the meaning of thunder, drawing a bright light in the sky.

This light tears through the night.

This is the sky-breaking sword of the three vulgarities!

In the capital, I once struggled to understand the mantra taught to me by Princess Taiping, and even began to suspect that the mantra taught to me by Sanshu at that time was deliberately hidden. After countless exercises, I always felt that something was missing, as if you were about to touch the essence of that sword, but you could never break through the thin layer of window paper. But at the moment of Fang Cai, the moment he met the Xingtian Sword, everything was instantly cheerful.

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